Obsession With Yourself Novels & Stories

I always knew Alex is a smart dude, but I never really tapped into his knowledge. “Now Alex, what is obsession?” He cleared his throat once more bad went on. “Obsession is a constant or repetitive analysis of something to a point where it becomes very unhealthy, one way to know it's obsession is ; it fuels your ego, it fuels your desires in a dark way, and it starts to become unhealthy, you can't seem to let them go, but love, is the strength to let go because you love them and know they don't owe you anything not even their life!”

I point out, arching an eyebrow. "No, but I'm obsessed. Maybe I'm not addicted to alcohol, but I am addicted to work. You said it yourself, remember? I'm a workaholic. I don't have anything else. I worry I wouldn't be able to fix myself, and I wouldn't be around for much."

" Tina asked. She can't help but feel a rush within her. Is she going to suggest that they talk him into finding a woman or letting the past go? She's ok for the later option but not the former. Jordan can only get involved with her, no, not her she meant someone like her at least. "He's heart was wounded when he lost his love. That wounded heart can only get cured by finding love again. What I mean is this. A woman like you and I have made him obsessed, it is only someone like us that can help him out of that obsession. Do you agree with me?" Isabella asked. Tina nodded. Isabella is speaking in idioms. She hadn't really said what she wanted. She's beating around the bush.

"I really enjoy the way all of you treat me like I'm something special and that you act like you want to go to bed with me. "That's very good for my self esteem and confidence. I love the way you flirt with me and tease me. That makes me feel great. I love that Lisa was comfortable enough with me to pose topless. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you all trust me like you do. But, I can't be taking advantage of any of you or I'll lose your trust, and my self respect. This was kind of funny now that it's over, but it starts us down a slippery slope. You girls are all incredible. I pretty much love all of you, but Gwen is my girlfriend. I have to keep her trust.

Now, I was sitting next to the most dangerous man in the city, heading toward a lion's den that made the Vale mansion look like a playpen. Dominic went back to his phone, his face unreadable, leaving me alone with my thoughts. What had I just done? I’d traded one master for another. I’d sold my soul to another egoistic bastard. And what's worse? They're aren't just one in this case. Five. Five egoistic bastards all for a singular me to deal with. Dear God, please tell me I didn't just make the biggest mistake of my life. But then I thought about Marcus’s face. I thought about the way he’d looked at his phone instead of me.

I do my best to keep active, to contribute with wisdom so that I would at least become a prominent person here and so that my dad would approve. I do my best not to zone out and think about something else—a particular lady, the one that consumes my every thought nowadays. I simply try to act normal, but it's almost impossible with how I find myself thinking at intervals. This girl has got me affected one way or another, I think to myself bitterly. I'm obsessed now and there's no going back, I think again, shaking my head as I wonder at how unable I am to really be focused for so long without a message from her when I'm not exactly talking to her.

Emerson's voice in serene tones. "So Sophia" she said gently. How are you feeling today? ” I leaned back my fingers traced the armrest pattern without conscious thought. Better I admitted. "State of being remains imperfect yet shows improvement." ” What vision defines your personal standard of ‘better’? ” A deliberate exhalation escaped me as my thoughts churned. The frequency of my cold sweat awakenings has diminished. The nightmares—they still come, but I can pull myself out of them now. I paused before adding The anxiety is still there though. Particularly within densely populated gatherings. Yet its condition remains controllable. ”

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Daniel walked into the room and he couldn't figure out what was going on with him. He couldn't put his finger on it and it frustrated him. He paced the room, feeling restless and agitated. In a fit of anger, he slammed his hand on the expensive glass table and made his way to the mirror. He stared at his reflection, trying to make sense of what he was feeling. "This is not like me. What is happening? I don't understand." He said as he shrugged his shoulders. Daniel grabbed his phone and sat on the bed, but still, he couldn't get hold of himself.

He could crutch everyone with just his fingertips,his cold eyes, cold face and pale skin made it all add up. He seems undetectable and can't be defected, he is so out of the world. His black outfits were like his soul but this morning, He was different. He was more like a human who was passing through hard times. "I might fade away someday, but do I really not deserve to be happy?" He asked as his tone lowered even more, and his voice came out like a whisper. "No, I think I don't" he replied to himself after some while, his tone dripping with sarcasm and self-mockery as if he was soliloquizing.